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One particularly splendid day in August, my sister and I happened upon a new friend. His name is Squishy and hence he shall be forever loved. The two of us skipped forth into a nearby park along with several other members of our family. While sauntering down the walking paths, lines of Finding Nemo danced in our heads. "I shall name you Squishy," quoth I. "And you shall be my Squishy," said she. After this spectacular rendition of the movie, Melissa and I strived to discover a Squishy of our own. Ah the finer things in life, what would I do without them? By chance, we fell upon a blessed gift. A tree filled with tiny red friends beckoned to us. We answered with a battle cry and pryed free our dear Squishy from the evil clutches of said tree. For hours, we carried our new friend around the park. In doing so, we introduced the little red, fruit-like thing to many new and exciting wonders he had never before seen. The view from his tree, I was told, was not enthralling in the least. I'm sure if my day consisted of dogs sniffing and pissing on me, I wouldn't be thrilled either. Soon it became dark and we were forced to make a decision. Melissa and I decided it would be in Squishy's best interest if we brought him home with us. We arrived back at the apartment moments later and immediately began the process of family portraits. After the pictures were taken we were hooked. Squishy was indeed the best friend we had ever encountered. That evening we stayed up until the wee hours of the morning and conversed with Squishy on every subject. I have yet to find a friend so immersed with knowledge. Squishy is by far the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. I highly suggest investing in a friend such as he. |
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